By Swarnendu Biswas
I can see I am written all over you.
My joy, triumphs, my madness,
My sorrow, my melancholy moments.
I can see my tears dripping down
From your left shoulder,
As you have always held me on your left side, closer to your heart.
I can see the boundless excitement of our first kiss—
Oh, it was French, you remember!
I can see the undulating meadow,
Cherished with those white lotuses with cheri on top,
Pouring nectar in my mouth, sweetening my heart.
First experience of you, oh girl!
I can see me all over you.
But now...
Since when did we not talk?
Not even a dropped call!
I have not caressed your tender yet assuring palm.
I have not even tasted tears on your cheek, oh girl.
Our souls gone apart like fallen meteors in an unknown sky.
Still, our bodies bear the moving images of our relation—
Is it over or not?